Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gang Green to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Can. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.